Forgotten Parchment Sonnet

Tears drip on the parchment, blotting the words.
Again and again it is thrown away.
Letters form on the page like graceful birds.
It is hard to find the right words to say.1

Unforgotten wounds rise to the surface,
Breaking through a tempest of sharp writing.
Blood boils hot, trying to quicken the pace.
There is no way to dull the harsh biting.2

A message is sealed in an envelope,
Never to see the outside world again.
Trapped in company of deserted hope,
And hurled out to drown in puddles of rain.3

Its usefulness has passed, and now, is done.
It becomes forgotten and read by none.

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My username is Lover of Stories (for poetry contest)

A contest entry

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  • Sgs
    September 26, 2008

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    Awesome, awesome. Yes, I love this one too. It is hard to pick my favorite, they are all so good! Thank you!


  • Forgotten Anomaly
    June 4, 2008

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    All the poems, thoughts, feeling, and sketching I've put on paper and cast away for varous reasons now come flooding back to me. I like this poem the last stanza is my favorete. Thank you for entering my contest and good luck.


  • Indistrict Cullen
    January 15, 2008
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    They need to think up new adjectives to describe your recent writing.

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